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Part I
What more can a girl ask for? A buddy, a perfect day at the beach, a warm cafe con leche, perfect frizz-fee hair thanks to the magic of the salt in that wonderful world of the ocean, a toasted croissant and tongue to lick it all up. This is my favorite thing to do on Sundays. Go to the beach with whoever says they will, on this lucky day, Carolina, a friend from Columbia, agreed. Once the day clouded over I grabbed her and took her to an ancient cafe in Portal Des Angeles in el Gotico to sit in the nook of the upstairs floor and drink coffee with me and chat about living in bcn. We both arrived at the same time to this enchanting city. We both are looking for life. She's getting her doctorate's degree in Law which is no small feat and me, well, what am I doing here? Oh yeah, living. She wanted to take a "pretty" picture, she asked me to pose nicely. I don't think she knows me that well yet. If you tell me to pose nicely, I'll stick my tongue out and laugh in the eyes of decency. And here's where part two begins...living in bcn. You've seen some of my stories via email and thanks to my ever inspiring friend Lisa, I have finally decided to post a blog so you can get pictures, weekly stories and more. Write your comments, share the blog, or simply don't read it. It is up to you. All I mean to do is entertain, ceaselessly and to have you be part of my life which began with a simple cry the day I was born. Have fun with it and live large, there is nothing better than laughing in the face of reality...I promise to write more soon. Next up, rain in bcn=chaos. Don't think I'm kidding.